i have always wanted to fall in love
to find that special somoene
symbolized by the sacred dove
but no matter how far i look
or how deep i dig
she's not there to be found
even when my shovel is golden
and my eyes are like the hawk's
my love always slips through
so i find myself asking God
for the meaning of his ways
and all he tells me is
look its right in front of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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